Old traveled paths I used to run……coax me on

”please come, please come”……and I relive again those times that have no end…….and keep beginning over and over again

to remind me how far I have come and there is no end in sight…..I treasure that view for what it means to my soul

that I have only begun to grow in ways that seemed so distant once …..and now seem so near

Often I try to engage others of my flight but their hands are clinched and their wings are clipped…..sad because they performed the act themselves…..

placing barriers around their lives to keep from getting to know themselves…..

I offer to each a strand of light that I have gleaned along this way…. A few except with excited smiles, but most just turn away…

but it’s not for those I long to meet but the stranglers that seem to have lost the way……. to converse with them about what choices they have made……why they have come this way…..

I have ceased the illusion of saving them….. for what right do I ………a troubled traveler myself, building castles in the sand

A troubled traveler myself, building castles in the sand

 

ttucro/collector of smiles